All right here it is my first posting. I found this card my mom gave me for my graduation and every now and then I take it out and read it. There are days it just hits a lot closer to home and I hope that those parents who are out there and read this feel the same way.
In the Words of a Parent Who Loves You...
I hope you'll take a minute to listen to something that needs to be said.
It's something about being a parent - like me, and having a child - like you.
It's also about love - and how it shows itself in many ways: sometimes in hugs and happiness, sometimes in harsh words and hopes...
And it's about communication: about how we always need to build bridges between us and never allow walls to separate us. No matter what.
I want you to keep this, and to every now and then remember these words. I'll always want what is best for you.
I'll try to give you roots, but I'll try to give you wings, too, so that you can feel confident enough to go in the directions you choose, but with the knowledge that wherever you go, you always have a place called home to return to and someone who loves you and believes in you.
This is definitely how I feel about being a parent. My mom and I didn't always get along, but one day I realized that she was right about a lot of things. That's something that I never wanted to admit, especially to myself. Along with the fact that I may one day be "just like my mother". I gotta say that one day I woke up and looked in the mirror - "Oh my God", I thought, "I look just like my mom!" Then there was the day - I don't know when it happened but I said something that sounded just like she would say and the way she'd say it. "What's happening to me???" On another day, I took my Grams out to lunch, as I was walking back to the table she looked up at me and said "Oh my goodness, you looked just like your mom when you walked over here". Oh well what can I say.
My mom became a much better friend to me after I became a parent. I still miss her, she died October 1999 and it has left a horrible hole in my life.
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How beautiful that you still have your "Grams" with you. I wish I still had gradparents. I miss mine tremendously.
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